GRAND CAYMAN. CAYMAN ISLANDS
What a juicy little island Grand Cayman is. On most wall maps you can’t even see her, it’s such a shame. She’s just a wee little speck in the Caribbean and her seven-mile beach is one of the most pristine places these brown eyes have seen.
Georgetown, Grand Cayman is only seconds from the magnificent seven mile beach. In 2001 I upped and left Canada for two years for the stunning scape of Cayman. Cayman is always said with an air of sophistication and attitude. It’s a place to be seen; a place where money changes hands … frequently; where dirty deeds are done, dirt cheap; where chained up men sought comfort; where seven mile long beaches s t r e t c h out; where pure white sand and heavenly salt air mixes stirring you, moving you and exhilarating your soul.
She’s a beautiful island to visit. Go for a week, stay for a month. Word of waring though – It is expensive. At one hotel we stopped to buy bottle water. $10KYD. For 500ml. I only agreed to pay the stupid price because I was dying of thirst and well slightly stubborn. I later regretted the purchase and felt utterly guilty for spending such money on water. I fully believe water needs to be free for all … everywhere. Besides the water thing.
Cayman is spectacular. There are plenty of activities to choose from if you are not the lounge lizard I find myself to be. Jet-skiing, boat excursions, String-Ray City (freaking awesome trip did it five different times,) tons of water sports as well as every beach sport you can think of.
There is a naughty side to Cayman, and she comes slightly shaken and gracefully dirty. The night life is fast and furious for the 20-40something crowd. The disco clubs pumping out the latest gyrating spectacular. One bar in particular that sticks out in my crazed mind is Obar. It’s right on Seven Mile Beach and was the hot spot in 2001 and for about five years after that, till they tired out of ideas.
Why this bar sticks out among the thousands I have been in? Well, it had a bed. If you were privileged enough to get to the next level, (and being privileged depended on plenty of things: being local, a local expat, a hot babe/dude on holiday, do you have money? You’re privileged. You get in.) you’d be privy to plenty of dirty naughty things.
Behind the main bar is a red wall showcasing bottles of expensive alcohol. Behind that red wall is a small black spiral staircase up. The room is small; but large enough for a three person bar and a six-person table. There are two sofa’s arranged slightly away from each other; one facing the dj booth, (it’s only us with the eyes in this room) and one against heavy lace black curtain. Behind that black curtain is the bed.
You’re wondering aren’t you? You want to know if I got on that bed? Well, no. I did see the bed. And it was occupied, and repulsed me. I guess I was privileged enough (at that time) to get into that room, but by no means was I going to give the privilege of some one-night stud to get his privilege from me on that bed. But the jacuzzi out back was pretty steamy. Joking. Really.
Cayman Islands is truly a beautiful stunning country. If you love the beach you will love Cayman.